"Guten Abend klasse," I offered, it had been a long hard day, the weather outside was abysmal and I now had two forty-five minute periods of teaching a class of holiday makers who wanted to go to Germany. Already exhausted, this evenings teaching was not something I had been looking forward to today.
"Guten Abend Herr Professor," they chorused in unison, most of them had forced smiles on their faces with the exception of one particular girl, I assumed in her mid twenties, attractive, blonde, with flashing blue eyes and a bewitching 'come here' smile.
I had spotted Monica at previous lessons, she always seemed to have a ready smile for me, responded well to my teaching methods, was the first to arrive and the last to leave, sometimes helping me to clear things away when the rest of the class had gone home or to wherever they wanted to be.
Despite the cold weather, this being early February, she never seemed to wear trousers, electing for a somewhat short skirt and this appeared odd to me, the rest of her clothing definitely being for the winter months, a well padded and warm coat with a fur hood, scarf and gloves. The one seemingly in juxtaposition to the other, sort of Spring against Winter. What really caught me by surprise though was the fact that she wore no tights, stockings, or even socks, and her footwear was not what I would have considered suitable for the prevailing conditions outside.
However, I began the evenings instructions with the break for tea constantly in my mind. The class was predictably a mixture of business people, mature students and those wishing to learn something of the language before going to Germany for their holidays. Monica I had learned, actually wanted to learn the language as she already spoke French, Spanish and Italian plus her own native English. She had told me at some point that she wanted to be an Air Stewardess and needed to be able to speak at least five languages with reasonable fluidity.
I liked her well enough, but reckoned that there must be at least twenty years between us and therefore realised that in no way could she be interested in someone old enough to be her father and her tutor to boot, but surprisingly, as I would learn this night, this was a mistake on my part, Monica had more than a passing interest in me.
Both periods passed without incident, the students quickly rushing off home when the bell went. Monica however, stayed behind long enough for us both to leave together for the local rail station. This meant a walk through a local park on a dark, cold and windy night that threatened rain too. When we reached the other side she stood on tip toe, gave me a peck on the cheek, said thank you, followed by a cheery wave and she was quickly gone onto the other platform, I saw her waving from the train window as it pulled away from the station.
I was flabbergasted, what this bright and lovely young thing could see in me was a total mystery, here was I, forty-seven next birthday and unless I had read the signs wrongly this lovely young woman had a fancy for her college professor.
My mind filled with thoughts of Monica and I in some kind of relationship I boarded my own train and returned to the empty bungalow shared only with my ten year old cat where I spent most of my time when not working. Leaving my coat on the armchair I threw a TV dinner into the microwave, sat down and opened up my computer. There, in my documents I found the item I sought, the book that I had begun about six months ago. Now I am no literary genius and therefore had not yet managed to get the first chapter finished. I sat and stared at the screen until the microwave pinged and went off to get my dinner, not a single word having been written.
Pictures of Monica's bare legs dominated my thoughts, not that they were horrible legs, they were gorgeous, perfectly shaped, I just couldn't get out of my mind that she wore nothing to cover them in this cold weather. A shapely, girl that I could quite easily fall for she had a quiet air of sensuality that bordered on extreme sexuality with the right person, in my naiveté, with a possible relationship in the offing I began building mind pictures of her and I together.
This was by no means difficult as I really did have a desire for her, and so desperately wanted her to feel the same way about me, and tonight she had overtly flirted with me which gave me hope, but I didn't want to be the one to make the first move, neither did I wish to build up my hopes.
The German language lessons were twice weekly, Tuesday's and Thursdays, today being Thursday I knew that I would not be seeing her again for another five days and this meant another long and boring weekend. However, I vaguely remembered seeing something on the College notice board about a Blues band appearing there on Saturday, opting to go to there as I love all forms of Jazz.
Switching off the computer I turned my attention to the TV; went to wash up my cutlery and made a coffee before settling in my favoured arm chair for a nights viewing. Eventually this bored me too and after flicking through several channels to find nothing that interested me, switched that off too, deciding to retire for the night.
That weekend was the longest I have spent in a very long while, the hours just dragging by, broken only by the hauntingly beautiful sax of the Blues band on Saturday night, but eventually Tuesday evening rolled around as indeed it must and when I reached the college, there she was, large as life, sitting at her desk waiting for the evenings lessons to begin.
"Good evening Professor," she chirped brightly, "will you do me the honour of walking me to the train station again tonight, please?"
"Good evening to you too Monika," I replied, barely able to conceal the pleasure and excitement that I felt, "I would be delighted, such a beautiful creature as your self walking along beside me can do my image no harm at all." I chuckled, absolutely delighted.
Soon other members of the class began to drift in and as they went about the task I had set them to gauge how much they had actually learned, I set myself to marking papers from one of my day classes. However, I did allow my gaze to wander to the lovely legs on display in front of me, those of the delightful Monika. Was it my eyes, or did her skirt seem shorter tonight? Did she wear flesh coloured knickers or none at all? I began to realise that I had started fantasising about her pussy and this had an immediate affect on the one-eyed snake that up until now had remained quietly dormant within the confines of my boxers. I had realised that if she wore no knickers at all then her pussy must be shaven, and I adored the natural beauty of a hairless pussy. Unfortunately there was too much shadow for me to be certain, anyway, it would have been difficult to tell with Monika being what I believed to be a natural blonde. Reluctantly I returned to marking my papers while stealing the odd glance under her desk, the girl had really piqued my curiosity now.
When the break came I remained at my desk in order to hide the semi-erection that I now sported, being no slouch in that department, with an eight inch rod that became an obvious package even when only semi-hard.
I wanted to believe that Monika was aware of the predicament that I found myself in when she brought me a coffee and asked if everything was okay, I had just smiled and thanked her for the drink, realising that my mouth had become awfully dry. As she stood there with her thigh pressed against mine, I became pretty sure of her intentions and welcomed every ounce of pressure that she now threw my way, especially when she remarked in that low, husky and oh so damn sexy, voice, that tonight's lessons were just dragging by and that she couldn't wait for the bell. Squeezing my thigh she went back to her seat in the front row, quickly opening and closing her legs, long enough for me to realise that indeed she had left her underwear at home.
The next period was oral and I remained behind my desk the whole while, my brain in a whirl and my cock still semi-erect, it just wouldn't go down. How I managed to get through that lesson I don't know, but somehow I did get through it and when the bell sounded I became eternally grateful. Soon the class-room had emptied with the exception of Monika and myself.
